tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651496850952600622.post6086685040241933652..comments2024-01-06T00:43:38.263-07:00Comments on Richard Is Living With ALS: SnowflakesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13569763685182951696noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651496850952600622.post-37664795252073399622014-03-26T12:56:57.323-06:002014-03-26T12:56:57.323-06:00Oh God Rick, my tears fall when I think of your en...Oh God Rick, my tears fall when I think of your end. I don't want you to go. Please stay I love you so much. Mom<br /><br />nanboudreauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04906135439794551262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651496850952600622.post-41492135093661183562014-03-26T10:41:52.306-06:002014-03-26T10:41:52.306-06:00... and for some it comes so fast. More like the b...... and for some it comes so fast. More like the blizzard across the prairies. Destroying everything in its path. Raping pillaging and dismembering everything it's path. Like the mudslide in Washington State,leaving a pile of broken toys, but no children found yet. Or a jetliner hurtling through the air toward thr Indian Ocean killing everyone. <br />Which way is better?Who gets to come back and tell? What makes the family sffer more,the waiting and watching and counting the days,weeks, months, or the shock and sadness of not being able to say goodbye,and sometimes being able to clean up some old business? And in the end most of us don't get to choose the path we will one day all walk down.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12690494287895070957noreply@blogger.com